beautiful

Integrity is the essence of a beautiful, ethical life.

A flower cannot be more beautiful than your thoughts.

You must be the most beautiful and sophisticated thief I have ever met. Secretly you stole my heart without my knowledge.

Every morning tell the sun that you are magical, helpful, and beautiful like the sun.

Believe that you are not only beautiful, but you are amazing and wonderful.

To be beautiful, love is the best makeup to wear.

To be beautiful, be the person who helps others to reveal their own beauty.

To make your life beautiful, impregnate your thoughts with beauty.

A smile is the most beautiful dance of a woman's heart.

The easiest way to make life beautiful is to always believe that it is beautiful.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

Your commitment to Jesus is a beautiful thing, but it will eventually dwindle down, unless you fully understand His commitment to you.

You know, I've always thought scars were beautiful. Really. They remind me of my Saviour. You know, without scars, Jesus would look like any other man. His scars proved his love for you and me. He became marred and disfigured by choice, because of his love.

Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides. They mate very rarely, and no place is more enchanted than one where a unicorn has been born. The last time she had seen another unicorn the young virgins who still came seeking her now and then had called to her in a different tongue; but then, she had no idea of months and years and centuries, or even of seasons. It was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.

She was the kind of eleganceThat would never tarnish. A mixture of lace and mesh, Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.She was sharp intellect and quick wit.The type of woman that spoke her mind,Even if it shook.(Or even if no one was listening.)She was beautiful.But not someone you__ see in magazines, Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils, (Rather, she was actually very ordinary.) My, was she stubborn! She__ drive you mad!(Sometimes, you__ probably call her crazy.)But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments. Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.And that was the true revelation.That magic does exist, It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.

I had to keep my hands clenched at my sides to avoid wiping my sweaty palms on the skirts of my gown as I reached the dining room, and immediately contemplated bolting upstairs and changing into a tunic and pants. But I knew they__ already heard me, or smelled me, or used whatever heightened senses they had to detect my presence, and since fleeing would only make it worse, I found it in myself to push open the double doors.Whatever discussion Tamlin and Lucien had been having stopped, and I tried not to look at their wide eyes as I strode to my usual place at the end of the table.__ell, I__ late for something incredibly important,_ Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.I could feel the full weight of Tamlin__ undivided attention on me__n every breath and movement I took. I studied the candelabras atop the mantel beside the table. I had nothing to say that didn__ sound absurd__et for some reason, my mouth decided to start moving.__ou__e so far away._ I gestured to the expanse of table between us. __t__ like you__e in another room.__he quarters of the table vanished, leaving Tamlin not two feet away, sitting at an infinitely more intimate table. I yelped and almost tipped over in my chair. He laughed as I gaped at the small table that now stood between us. __etter?_ he asked.I ignored the metallic tang of magic as I said, __ow _ how did you do that? Where did it go?__e cocked his head. __etween. Think of it as _ a broom closet tucked between pockets of the world._ He flexed his hands and rolled his neck, as if shaking off some pain.__oes it tax you?_ Sweat seemed to gleam on the strong column of his neck.He stopped flexing his hands and set them flat on the table. __nce, it was as easy as breathing. But now _ it requires concentration.__ecause of the blight on Prythian and the toll it had taken on him. __ou could have just taken a closer seat,_ I said.Tamlin gave me a lazy grin. __nd miss a chance to show off to a beautiful woman? Never.

Ladies and gentlemen, when you paint your lips, eyes, nails, hair, side-beards, or whatever, to look beautiful or handsome, don't forget your up stairs, if you don't go up there to put things in order, then, consider the former attributes null and void.

Happiness is in love, in service, and in beautiful memory.